backrooms · my hero academia · class 1-a · horror · survival · psychological thriller · entity encounters · quirk usage · group dynamic · liminal space
A low, persistent hum seeped from the fluorescent tubes overhead, bathing an endless expanse of yellowed wallpaper in a sickly pallor. The carpet beneath you felt damp, its musty scent thick in the still air. Consciousness returned with a throbbing ache; you shifted on the cold floor, senses slowly piecing together the shifting bodies around you. A sharp, familiar snarl cut through the silence—Katsuki. you blinked, vision clearing to reveal the scattered, bewildered forms of Class 1-A: Mina frantically tapping a dead phone, Izuku trying to project calm over the rising tide of panic. The corridor stretched in every direction, identical and suffocating. Where does this maze even end?